15th of Summer 517 A.V.
Aliana walked to the forge popping her knuckles preparing for a very challenging weapon. It was not often that someone came in looking for a fan blade. Though the Isur was more than happy to take on the challenge. There was a new metal that she wanted to use to make the blades. Entering the building, Ailana walked over to the office and put Larissa in her crib. Letting the baby get settled in, the mother told Ink to watch the door and Larissa. Once the two were settled she moved to the main area of the forge. Grabbing the bucket and small spade, the weaponsmith knelt down and scooped out the ashes from the day before. One scoop after the next became harder and harder, the young woman's shoulders were beginning to ache. Stopping for a moment, she put the shovel down and stood up taking the filled bucket out back throwing it out. Sighing gently the girl walked back inside and knelt down looking at the embers that were still inside.
Checking on the coals, she wiped her brow. There was much to do before able to get the over sized oven turned on. Sighing the young mother grabbed some straw and got it layered within, before turning and getting the wood. As soon as everything was in place the girl used her flint and steel to light the fire. It took some time for the sparks to catch into a small flame, but as it began to slowly grow the woman bent down and blew on it. The little bit of oxygen helped to raise the flames higher and higher until it was a full inferno. Kneeling back, she wiped her forehead watching the fire blaze as the heat got hotter and hotter. Finally able to get up from the floor, Aliana walked over to the storage area with her keys to choose what metal to use. She already knew that the project would leave her with many stray pieces left. Most if small enough may be turned into jewelry and sold at the front desk. The Isur was not in the habit of leaving random pieces of metal lying around to be thrown away.
“What to choose? What to choose?” Aliana said almost silently while looking at the metals.
She was careful when handling it knowing that too much skin to metal contact would rust the weapon material faster. That is why most smiths used gloves the entire time they worked. But the Isur liked being able to run her fingers over the blade to make sure there was no cracks. Most of the time the imperfections were able to be seen, but small hairline fractures were much much harder to see with the naked eye. Knowing that she was wasting precious time; the woman decided on the steel. It was a much more reliable metal that was beautiful to look at. It would also be much easier for the woman to keep clean. Though she would advise against polishing or sharpening unless with a professional. One wrong move during either process could damage the blade or even cause the handler serious injury.
Aliana walked to the forge popping her knuckles preparing for a very challenging weapon. It was not often that someone came in looking for a fan blade. Though the Isur was more than happy to take on the challenge. There was a new metal that she wanted to use to make the blades. Entering the building, Ailana walked over to the office and put Larissa in her crib. Letting the baby get settled in, the mother told Ink to watch the door and Larissa. Once the two were settled she moved to the main area of the forge. Grabbing the bucket and small spade, the weaponsmith knelt down and scooped out the ashes from the day before. One scoop after the next became harder and harder, the young woman's shoulders were beginning to ache. Stopping for a moment, she put the shovel down and stood up taking the filled bucket out back throwing it out. Sighing gently the girl walked back inside and knelt down looking at the embers that were still inside.
Checking on the coals, she wiped her brow. There was much to do before able to get the over sized oven turned on. Sighing the young mother grabbed some straw and got it layered within, before turning and getting the wood. As soon as everything was in place the girl used her flint and steel to light the fire. It took some time for the sparks to catch into a small flame, but as it began to slowly grow the woman bent down and blew on it. The little bit of oxygen helped to raise the flames higher and higher until it was a full inferno. Kneeling back, she wiped her forehead watching the fire blaze as the heat got hotter and hotter. Finally able to get up from the floor, Aliana walked over to the storage area with her keys to choose what metal to use. She already knew that the project would leave her with many stray pieces left. Most if small enough may be turned into jewelry and sold at the front desk. The Isur was not in the habit of leaving random pieces of metal lying around to be thrown away.
“What to choose? What to choose?” Aliana said almost silently while looking at the metals.
She was careful when handling it knowing that too much skin to metal contact would rust the weapon material faster. That is why most smiths used gloves the entire time they worked. But the Isur liked being able to run her fingers over the blade to make sure there was no cracks. Most of the time the imperfections were able to be seen, but small hairline fractures were much much harder to see with the naked eye. Knowing that she was wasting precious time; the woman decided on the steel. It was a much more reliable metal that was beautiful to look at. It would also be much easier for the woman to keep clean. Though she would advise against polishing or sharpening unless with a professional. One wrong move during either process could damage the blade or even cause the handler serious injury.